"Rodimus," Ratchet huffs, sounding entirely exasperated. "I'm upset with you. I don't hate you. They aren't automatically the same thing." He rubs hard at his forehelm.

"It was completely unfair, to send Drift away the way you did. Especially since you were partly responsible for--well, for having him on board, if not for... everything else. But I know you know it, and I know you miss him." He rubs at the back of his neck, now, looking away from Rodimus' face. "And the fact that you'd go so far as to give up your badge to make sure Drift has one, even if he doesn't remember everything yet--that means something, all right? You deserve one of your own, as far as I'm concerned."